I've always loved May Day. I love the flowers in full bloom. I love the longer days. I love that it's the first day in the month of Mary - a whole month just for Her. I love that our friend Tom was born on May Day. I love that my daughter was born on May 2nd, and May Day was the day I transitioned from not being a parent, to being one, eighteen years ago today.
May Day this year has had particular importance because it's the day high school seniors must commit to the college they are going to. I can't remember the name for it - but there is one - basically, all offers expire on May Day if you haven't committed.
A day of committal.
As I free fall into turning 50, I am well aware of my commitments, and becoming ever more aware of what is not a true commitment, but rather a neurosis. Something I do because I've always done it, not because it needs to be done.
I am committed to touching with gentle awareness the difference.
3 comments:
Happy May Day, my friend. You are ever insightful and aware. I appreciate the parallels you draw.
As for us, we're celebrating "Zagabonsis Day" around here (http://the-writing-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-zagabonsis-day.html) as we do every May 1, although Lola has grown up a lot and does it a little differently now (thankfully).
Love.
Happy Birthday to your girl. May her college experience be WONDERFUL.
May you be committed only to things that make your heart sing.
A day of committal. I like that idea.
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